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‘To Reunite the Watchers’

As eager as Cɪrthsta was to embark on her quest, too few people were eager to tag along with her.  She had to concede for the time being, instead directing her attention swiftly towards coaxing as many Watchers back to the Academy as possible.

To that end, she made use of the Gateway Gazebo.  She sat herself down, cross-legged, eyes closed, and everything, facing the three ancient Gateways that remain in various degrees of decay deep below the Gazebo.  She remained there for three days straight.  When she reappeared, she informed us that a handful had heard her call – after complaining about being so hungry and thirsty.

In the meantime, M. I. Arregz and his band members departed again to do their traveling wake-up band thing and I resumed teaching Thiere about the Iron Jacket and a couple other important meditative practises.

The Academy also received two new visitors that day, when Cɪrthsta re-emerged from the Gazebo.  Two Anthropes named Dassan and Kessen.  Apparently, they’d just stumbled across the place.  Cɪrthsta, though, was sure happy to see them; they had met previously, briefly.  I noticed the first thing the duo each did when meeting up with her again was to fist-bump one of her mammaries and say to them, “good to see ya again!”  I almost laughed.

On catching sight of me, Kessen, the steppe-wolf, blurts out, “dude, you’re overcooked!”  I let out a chuckle, but inside I was laughing so hard.  These two will be perfect for comedic relief around the Academy.

Days later, the first Watcher to return was an eccentric-looking woman called the Witchdoctor.  Her skin’s as dark, or even darker, than mine, her hair is wild and conceivably uncombable, and her slender body is covered in feathered bracelets, necklaces of shells and bones, and garments from leopard skins that serve only to cover the bits that need covering.  A purse of leather is slung over her shoulder, and her hands clasp a wooden staff topped by the skull of some creature that I personally have never seen alive.  She can speak our language, but with a heavy accent.

The next day, a girl dressed like a jester arrived and shortly proved to be more eccentric than the Witchdoctor and Peregrine combined.  The Merry-maker….  She and the Peregrine were quite a sight together, arms wrapped about one another and hopping happily in place; so much boobage could be seen bobbing about and being smooshed together that I was actually shown proof that there really was such a thing as too much.  The Merry-maker also showed she could bounce about the halls of this place more than Princess ever could.

A week or so later, a third Watcher made it to the Academy.  Bharkou, he calls himself – also known in lore as the “Mortal God.”  He is often depicted in old artworks as a lion-headed king clad in spectacular armour, but generally this is seen as symbolism – his courage and fortitude were like a lion’s, as a mainstream scholar would say.  I’m sure, though, this man really does have a lion form that he can shape-shift into at will (since the mainstream believe he’s long dead, yet obviously he isn’t).  He’s more composed than the other Watchers, it seems, which I’m glad to see.

After shaking Cɪrthsta’s hand, he immediately requests an assembly so he can discuss some important information he received while on his way here.  Within the hour, he had his assembly.

“First and foremost,” he begins as the last of us takes a seat about the center of the Great Hall, “I heard the fragment of a message from Azhseg, that Alien you were friends with for a time during the Five Waves, Cɪrthsta, saying the Dark are planning something massive.  Even the Librarians are unaware of what is happening.  There was also some mention that forbidden relics were recently stolen.

“Next, the Way-farer said he was going to make his way to the Academy though it will still take him another week or so to make it here.  I have yet to hear anything from the Tinker or the Apothecarian.  Unfortunately, our dear friend Ashtanni, who was devastated by your disappearance, committed suicide despite over a century of trying to convince her otherwise by the rest of us.”  He then takes a breath.  “Also, we fought one last battle against the Archivists after your absence; but, we lost the fight and we lost my dear little brother in that fight as well.”  He then takes a seat by the Witchdoctor, and the place goes very quiet for some time.

“Let’s make sure those losses aren’t in vain, then!” says Cɪrthsta with a go-get-‘em kind of attitude.  The Merry-maker then assumes a similar attitude, in agreement with her.

“Azhseg’s message, however incomplete, bothers me most,” Akei speaks up.  “Aguyu and I were taught, once, about the so-called ‘forbidden relics,’ which are weapons that were made by some of the Universe’s oldest races and are arguably the most destructive relics in all of existence.  For them to be stolen by someone, or entity, or race, that even the Librarians do not know exist, is potentially very worrying indeed.  Especially if that someone, entity, or race has Dark intentions….”

“Thankfully, Azhseg is on her way as we speak,” adds Cɪrthsta, giving a thumbs-up.  “She also so happens to be piloting the Archivists’ worst enemy, which will prove to be crucial, tide-turning asset for us.”  How she knows that…; I have my guesses, but I’m glad regardless.

“Wot’s next, dehn?” asks the Witchdoctor.

“We need an army of Light-bearing souls,” I state the fact of the matter.  “We need such an army, that has no authority figures leading it yet is organized enough to stand as one, when it matters most, against the Dark and, by acting as Light-bearers, vanquish the Forces of Darkness from Eyaye – perhaps for good.”

“How are we to build such an army?” asks Bharkou.

“The army has already been assembled,” I answer.  “Our only task now is to coax the members of this army into realizing that is what they are.  This is why I founded the Freemen.  The best way to coax the army of Light-bearers into their own power is for them to be coaxed by people who were once like them.  Once they see how easy it is to wield their own Light, the dominos will fall such that the Dark cannot stop it.  Best of all, not a single shot need be fired in the process.”

Aguyu jumps in.  “I am quite concerned about the stolen relics, and what might be done with them.  I hope Azhseg will be arriving soon.”

“I’m sure there are already tools available to us, that we can use against such relics if that is what must be done,” I look over to Cɪrthsta as I speak.  A knowing smile forms on her pretty face.

“I smell a quest!” she cheers excitedly.  “Once the Way-farer arrives, I think I’d like to lead a team to the center of Eyaye so we can get our hands on those ‘tools’.”  The Merry-maker claps her hands together, while giving a sense that she doesn’t fully understand what’s been planned.

The center of Eyaye…?  An interesting proposition….  Eyaye’s interior is taught nowadays to be completely solid, with a core that’s too extreme in temperature, density, and composition for anything to survive exposure to it.  However, what Cɪrthsta is implying throws that into question.

I should join the quest, so that the Freemen can learn to operate in my absence and so I can see for myself how Eyaye is actually put together.

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‘The Return of the Peregrine’

“Headmaster,” Aguyu eagerly prods me while myself and the Warrioress partake in our usual hour-long afternoon meditation session.  She’s working on her mastery of the Iron Jacket this time.

She and I stand facing each other in the Gazebo, me with a spear in-hand awaiting her readiness.  Her Iron Jacket training is one of the scant few times she ever spends any time outside her Golden Guard armour.

“Apologies, Thiere,” I pat her shoulder and then turn to the Valkyrie.  “What do you need, Aguyu?”

“It’s the Peregrine,” she smiles brightly (for her standards, anyway), “she’s returned.”  She, like Akei, never acts nor sounds nearly as emotional as her actual emotions should otherwise portray.

“Mind if we pick this up later?” I address Thiere again.  She nods.

“I’d like to see her, too,” she then flashes me a smile.  It’s rare for her to smile, but when she does her beauty factor immediately goes up by leaps and bounds.  She’s proof of the concept that those who smile always look more attractive.

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Aguyu leads us over to the Main Foyer, where Akei is already fussing under-enthusiastically over the grubby-looking item draped over a redhead’s beautifully-shaped body.

“…I won’t let you carry on in such a terrible outfit, Peregrine,” Akei frowns.  “Surely, there must be at least one suitable garment in your closet you can wear and that will be far more comfortable and presentable.”  With that, she scampers off before the girl she was worrying over could even say anything.

Aguyu then runs over to her, taking the spot Akei was standing at just moments ago.  “I would like to introduce you to the current Headmaster,” she faces her while referring to me, “thanks to him, this Academy is once again seeing its rise despite your absence.”

“Oh, goody!” she claps her hands together as her large eyes turn to me.  “Boy, you’re so dark!” she exclaims about my charcoal-like skin tone, and rushes over to me.  She takes a hand of mine and shakes it childishly.  I catch a momentary glimpse of Thiere covering her mouth, but I don’t actually pay any attention to it.

I chuckle at her sudden remark.  This is the “Peregrine,” eh?  “Nice to finally meet you, but I’m not technically a ‘Headmaster’,” I say back.  She beams.

“Of course!”  She then rubs Aguyu’s head.  Akei is quick to return with a technicolour garment, and the Peregrine briskly swaps outfits – out in the open, in front of our eyes; completely unashamed….  I saw some boobage, the likes of which I’d never seen before.  “Right!” she cheers, satisfied with her new outfit, “time to fight for the Light, lest the Universe fall into Darkness forever!”  She then rushes into the Academy and nearly runs into Princess, who emerged to see what the commotion was.

“Who’s she?” Princess asks me, a bit displeased some random girl tried to mow her over.

“The Peregrine,” I tell her.  “She’s returned, and already eager to do her Avatar work.”  It doesn’t put her in a much better mood.

Akei and Aguyu try to follow after the Peregrine, and I decide to follow after them.  Princess and the Warrioress follow behind me.

We’re led to the Great Hall, where, as it appears, everyone else has shown up at this time.

“Awesome!  Looks like everyone’s here,” the Peregrine gleefully addresses us all.  “Let’s share names and such!

“I’m Cɪrthsta, a.k.a, the Peregrine, nice to meet you all!” she then raises her hand high above her head like some perky pupil in a non-existent classroom.

“Reyam Endo, or R.E.,” I go next, “and I am definitely not the Headmaster here; I just want Good to triumph over Evil.”

“Akei,” she raises her hand, mimicking Cɪrthsta, “charged with safe-guarding the Academy and selecting its Headmaster.”

“Aguyu,” she raises her hand on cue as well, “charged with safe-guarding the Headmaster and recruiting new members to the Academy.”

“M. I. Arregz, bard and muse,” he takes a bow.  “Here is Galen, World’s best drummer,” he then introduces the one band member, “and here is my newest recruit, strings-instrument specialist Rima.”  The girl also bows, and then blushes.  Arregz only just returned to the Academy a couple days ago, to show her about the place.  She was recently landed onto the streets of Welthen, one of Hullheach’s many suburbs, after being jolted by rejections of entry to various schools of music and then her parents inexplicably being arrested and locked away without a trial of any kind.  One may say it was fortuitous that Arregz found her when he did, but I know that nothing in this Universe happens by accident.  She was, in a way unfortunately and in another way fortunately, meant to face such a shocking turn of events only to meet Arregz days later.  Arregz, likewise, took a wrong turn at a frontier town, thus taking him to Welthen instead of towards Appathall, according to the plan of some mind far higher than most people’s levels of perception.

“Thiere, from the old Ten Kings land,” the Warrioress bows herself.  “I’ve been preparing to return to my homeland in the hope of freeing it from the clutches of the Empress.”  Indeed, she’s been getting excited about returning and showing the World what she’s made of.  If she can keep up her learning curve, she should be more-than-ready to go fairly soon.  Her greatest skill will be her ability to master the Iron Jacket, which will prevent her from taking on damage should her armour, forbid, become weakened or damaged during her quest to realize her goal.

“Princess!  Seriously, just call me Princess.”  She flashes an amazing smile, but immediately frowns, and then swaps again to a grin and the striking of a cute pose.  I just realized she might be the closest match in character to the Peregrine.

“Raac,” and “Raghul,” introduce the twins.

“Tenjem,” lastly, the newest recruit to the Academy introduces himself.  He was picked up by Aguyu from an Elites’ hunting ground just five days ago.  Like the twins before him, all we know of him is his name.  His skin is inky-dark, like mine, but his name implies a different birth-land to me.  He is only ten years old.

“Great!” cheers Cɪrthsta.  “Now:  Who’d like to join me in an incredible, potentially death-defying quest?!”

I see some eyebrows rise….

‘Dassan and Kessen’

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“Such a beauty…!  The curves…, the thighs…, the freshness…!  I would love to have my way with her…,” I mutter to myself as drool tries to leave my mouth.  My eyes narrow, “if only that busty redhead would leave her alone.”

“Tryna fondle yer food again, Kess?” Dass whispers into my ear, as I watch a wild cow being petted and talked to by some random, teenaged, red-haired girl who, really, shouldn’t be here.  We’re in the depths of the Great Plains, leagues away from even the most adventurous people.  Why’s she even here?

“I wish,” I whisper back.  “Say, won’tya distract miss boobage and draw her away so I can have some quality time with my future meal?”  I nudge him.

“I dunno, man…,” he sighs, sounding very apprehensive, “she’s not really my type, ya know…?”

“Come off it, man…,” I retort.

You know….  A long moment of silence for us gave way to an idea popping up in my head.  A plan, so cunning, I wager, you could call it a coyote and chase after it for having kidnapped your prized possessions.

I start to walk away, and before Dass can turn about I reach over and rap his butt with my open palm.  The sound echoes through the trees, and both the cow and the girl straighten up and jerk their heads in our direction.

I’m already making my way around them, though, so they’ll only see Dass.  For his part, Dass was trying real hard not to make any more noise.  He gives me a look while I creep around the little opening where the two females are.

As hoped, the teen rushes over to Dass and starts fawning on him.  I divert attention back to the cow, eager to take her down and taste her succulent flesh.

“Kess, you bum!” blurts out Dass as I set up to charge the cow.  I see him scamper over to me, with the girl hot in tow behind him.  “I sure as hell never asked for this!”

“Aww…!” I mock-pity him.  I glance back through the opening to find the cow has gone away.  “Great, you scared her away,” I sigh, deflated.

Eeeeek!!  Two Anthropes!  Together!” squeaks the girl while bouncing on the balls of her toes, causing her ample bust to bounce equally happily.  “I’m the Peregrine!  I’ve always wanted to meet two Anthropes in one place!”

“Good job, Dass,” I pat his head, frowning, “why’d you hafta go flap yer gums in front of her?”

“Says the git who spanked me…!” huffs back Dass.  His large eyes narrow.

“So, are you, like, lost or something?” I address her.  “There aren’t exactly any settlements anywhere nearby, ya know….”

She doesn’t respond within a suitable length of time, instead just staring excitedly at the both of us with her little hands clutched to her massive chest.  The sack-like garment draped on her body looks uncomfortable.

“Uh…, yooooo…?” I thrust my head towards her, so my muzzle sits just inches away from her pointy little nose.  I raise my left paw and prod her cheek with it, several times.

“Oh!” she starts, “I’m sorry!  I’m looking for my Academy.

“Hey!” she cheers happily again, “won’t you two help me find the place?  I’ve been searching and searching but it seems things have changed here so much I just keep getting lost!”  She giggles like a girl, and I, at least, roll my eyes at her.

“And why’d we do that?” prods Dass, who now shoves his muzzle into her face, in my place.  “What’s in it for us?”

“Because you’re not Evil…?” she tries us tentatively, shrugging uneasily.  Of course, she’d expected us to just oblige her; we’re not your average folks, though.

That said, she steered clear of the usual kinds of reasons Dass and I were used to receiving from females when we were growing up.  Her attempt was actually more thought-out than that.  Not by much, though….

“Still don’t help us out, in the end,” I emphasize Dass’ second query.

“I’ll feed you during the trek, and I’ll do my best to do all my own walking every day of the trek.”

Dass and I then exchange looks at the same time.  She’s offering more than I’d expected her to, but we both still feel not quite convinced helping her is worth our while.

“Yeah, still not feelin’ it,” we both chortle simultaneously.

“Wow!” she perks up yet again, amazed, “that was, like, perfectly in-sync!”  Almost immediately after that, though, her expression turns to that of being deep in thought.  “Maybe I should ask you two what I can do to make your accompanying me worth-while?” she poses to us after a moment.  It’s the best query she’s asked so far….

But, she’s still missing something important.  “Yo, don’t matter what makes it ‘worth-while’; we ain’t gotta clue where yer stupid ‘Academy’ is in the first place!  Can’t help ya!” Dass practically reads my mind (something we can usually do with each other now, having been life-long, best friends).

She suddenly gasps, perhaps more exaggerated than one would expect of her in this situation.  “Goodness!  You’re so right!  My apologies, guys, I didn’t mean to trouble you like this.”

Is she for real?  How scatter-brained is this “Peregrine,” anyway?

“Well, good luck,” I wave as I turn about and walk off.  Dass doesn’t even give her that much as he does the same.

“Wait!  Pretty-please, can I have your names?” she begs, and we stop.

“We’ll give you our names if you’ll give us some time with that huge-ass rack,” I reply back to her slyly.

“Well, I guess that’s fair enough,” she shrugs and obliges us.

I walk back over to her, and quickly jerk down her garment so that it falls over her breasts but stops short of her hips.  Dass and I meticulously inspect the “goods” for several minutes, concluding at last that the experience is well worth us giving her our names.  Embarrassed, yet complacent, she hikes her sack of a garment back up when we finish.

“Right:  I’m Kessen, the awesome-est steppe-wolf alive,” I introduce myself rather flavourfully.  “People who know me call me ‘Kess,’ though!” I quickly add as Dass tries to open his mouth to speak.

“And, I’m Dassan, ‘Dass’ for short,” bows Dass, “and I’mma steppe-deer…, that can talk.”  The Peregrine giggles, thinking we’re so cute.

“Thank you,” she nods to us.  “I hope we’ll meet again sometime.”

“Sure…,” I shrug, then head myself on out again.  Again, Dass keeps quiet as he follows suit.

“Goodbye!” she cheers us on, which is the last we hear of her.

I still gotta eat….

‘R.E.’

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I saw people who were disillusioned by the World they live in, and were deeply wanting things to change for the better.  However, none of them ever want to do what would truly be necessary to make those changes real.  They want the change, but they don’t want to take any risks towards that end.  They want the World to change for the better, but to have others take the risks and then let them know about the changes once the changes have happened.

I know those things, from personal experience.  I was one of those people, once upon a time.  I know that most people are too afraid to do what they know, deep down inside themselves, what they need to do make the real change in the World from the way things are right now.  They are too afraid to make that leap, because it means they will have to lose things they hold dear.

They will have to send their loved ones onto the streets, begging for their next meals because they quit their jobs and so had to sell their homes and other possessions.  They will have to face getting shot at by police officers for going full-on “I wanna truly be free” mode, and risk leaving their loved ones alone or, worse, in a prison cell for the rest of their lives.  They will have to fight the Good fight all on their lonesome, and in the end their efforts are likely to be in vain.

If all of these people were to have a means of coming together, and coming unto their true power as conscious, living beings, then real change will become nothing short of reality and Good can triumph over Evil once and for all.  I eventually decided that I would become the man who would catalyze that coming together of such people as myself.

I was always an “odd one out.”  By five years old, I had already realized the folly of such things as money and government.

I knew there was no logical need for humans to use money when every other animal on Eyaye can get by just fine without it.  I knew that all money does is prevent people from reaching their full potentials, prevent some people even from keeping themselves alive if they cannot pay for their own food or water, and also prevent people from exercising their own moral compass in life as they are forced to work jobs they hate in order just to keep themselves alive.

I knew there was no logical reason to partake in the systems of government, such as voting and paying taxes.  Like money, all government ever does is prevent people from attaining their fullest potentials as truly creative individuals.  No matter who people vote for, tyranny is always the result.  This is true regardless of which party one votes for, and regardless of which government presides over any given nation on Eyaye.

By age seven, I was pondering on the nature of Space and Time – and Reality and Truth in general.  I figured Time should pass by for each person differently, such that, from my perception of the “present,” my parents might, at that instant, perceive themselves days, weeks, months, or even years ahead, or behind, me and my specific “present.”  I figured our Universe should take the shape of a “ball,” where every point in Space lies on the surface of that “ball” and, within three dimensions, there would be no way to reach the “core” of it.

Having gotten nowhere in these things with my family or friends (whenever I even had friends), I chose swiftly to keep those thoughts to myself.  I had no real choice as a child and teenager but to participate as need be.  The problem with that was when I graduated from grade school and wanted to start trying to exercise my own, true freedom.

But, how are you gonna make money?  Acquire yourself a house?  Start your own family?!’ I would be told, or at least implied at.  I had no real idea on what I wanted to do for a career, and not only that I never was especially adept at one or two select disciplines available in most Archivist-run cities and countries.  All I had to really go on was a little feeling deep inside me that whispered I should stay away from the System as much as possible, even if it means I have to become homeless and beg and scrape and worry for my next potential meal.  I had to search near and far for the Truth, even if it killed me.

In the end, I took a deep breath, sucked-up my worries of bewilderment, or disappointment, or even ridicule, and, once I was personally ready, finally did set out to do what I somehow knew I had to do.

An old saying goes something to the tune of:  ‘Ask questions, and answers will come.’  I took that to heart as I graduated, and when I did those answers definitely did come.  They came, and they never stopped coming; at one point, I was so swamped by it that I almost wasn’t sure what planet I was on anymore.

I recovered, though, and not long after that I went on a “Spiritual Journey” that ended in my (re)discovering the ruins that once were named the “Peregrine Academy.”

There, I found Akei and Aguyu.  The place itself was being overrun by jungle, and slowly falling apart as a result, but these two little girls were laid down on granite slabs as if they were just taking a short nap.

My presence awoke them, and since then they’ve practically clung to me like dust to glass without even an inkling of leaving me be anytime soon.  They always call me “Headmaster,” even though I want no such title (and I always tell them not to call me that).

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I had them tell me everything about themselves, and everything they knew about this place, what happened to it, what happened to them, and anything else they may know.  It took them a month, but I came to know the whole story as it pertains to this Academy and what has happened to the World prior, and since, the Peregrine’s mysterious disappearance.

A whole new reality was opened up to me, even far more than it was when I first arrived at the Academy.  Akei and Aguyu are Angels (their wings gave that away) – beings asserted not to exist by the Archivists and their ilk.  Specifically, Akei is a “Valkyrie of the Light” and Aguyu is a “Valkyrie of the Dark”; a “Valkyrie” is just a “level” of Angel, one step up from “Fae” (the lowest level) and one step down from “Archangel” (the highest level).  The levels are achieved through persistent accomplishment of one’s “life-work.”  Each level reached comes with a set of wings and a suite of new powers, with Fae having no wings and limited abilities, Valkyries with one pair of wings and semi-immortality (and enhanced powers over Fae), and Archangels gaining two pairs, immortality, and nearly godlike capabilities.

Akei and Aguyu have been close friends practically since birth, and from their behaviour one would’ve thought they were twin sisters.  Back in the day, they were apparently charged with selecting and protecting the Academy’s “Headmaster.”  This Headmaster was supposed to be a human with “unique potential,” as they’ve told me, and that I was the most striking example of that in anyone they’ve met so far.

With all this knowledge and wisdom I’d collected, I decided that it was then time to put it all to good use.

I learned how to “Sun-graze” (acquiring bodily energy directly from sunlight instead of indirectly via food), thus proving such a practise was, indeed, possible.  I steeped myself in as many martial-arts techniques as I could get my hands on, including the “fantastical” aspects like Astral Projection (temporarily separating one’s metaphysical self from the physical body) and the “Iron Jacket” (making one’s body invulnerable to any and all kinds of damage or harm) thus also proving their validity in practise.

It’s all about state of mind:  If you believe strongly enough that you can do anything, then in time you will be able to do anything.  However, if you believe strongly enough that you’re powerless and that what’s possible is only what you’re told by others is possible then that’s all you’ll ever see about the World and all you’ll ever achieve in your life.

The Archivists want everyone in the latter state of mind.  They want everyone believing the World around them is solid and real, obeys set laws of reality, and that anything that may lie outside these strict, physical bounds is asserted outright as absolutely impossible.  They want everyone to accept as gospel whatever indoctrination the Archivists give them to accept without question, and as such anyone who dares try to “think outside the box” is henceforth labeled a “Rabble-rouser” and shunned from all society forever.

It’s because the Archivists themselves live within a perception of Reality about the size of a postage stamp, that they wish all this upon us; because their perceptions are so narrow, in order ever to be able to rule over us they need to shove us into a perceptual box that, in comparison to their own box, is about the size of a postage stamp.

Akei and Aguyu told me of a time prior to the Peregrine’s disappearance, when her “Watchers” ensured Good prevailed on Eyaye.  The Apothecarian, the Wild Child, the Merry-maker, and many others….  Now, there’s only ruinous imitation – the Pharmacy, the Entertainers, the Circus.  The Pharmacy keeps people ill for profit, the Entertainers keep people hypnotized for profit, and the Circus keeps people poor for profit.

“Counter-mimicry” is the term Akei used, quoting the Peregrine herself.  She also explained how such a term was originally a defining trait of Lady Dark and her various subordinates.

“Counter-mimicry….  “Mimicry,” in that the Dark tries to reproduce what the Light possess innately; “counter,” in that the Dark is always the inversion of Light.

As helpful as Akei is in helping me learn so much of what I’ve acquired, knowledge-wise, it was certain things Aguyu had mentioned that eventually spurred me into some sort of action.

“I feel so heavy…,” was one of the first things she said upon waking up from her hibernation.  At that time, I still didn’t know very much and so her words didn’t really register with me.  As time passed, and I awakened my True self ever more, I began to feel the same kind of heaviness in me.  I came to understand it as the sheer force of Darkness coating Eyaye, a Darkness so dense I wondered whether the Underworld had actually surfaced.  Something big and bad was preparing itself, and in the dispersion of the Watchers after the Peregrine’s absence it would probably have to be I who works to assemble a team of “light-fighters” to try and stand against this Darkness.

The Peregrine Academy is virtually perfect for such a cause, as it possesses five levels of classrooms and dormatories (that need serious fixing up), an outdoor field (overrun by the jungle) for outdoor-type stuff, and secret “crypts” capable of hiding many people in case of extreme emergency.  There’s also Akei and Aguyu, the only two beings who chose to stay behind here in the hope of seeing a renaissance in this place.  It also helps that very few even know of this Academy’s existence anymore.

The big step for me, in trying to recruit members to this “cause,” was in finding a way to find recruits worthy of the “cause” itself.  I decided first to send Akei out to the three City-States and pick out promising individuals, the idea being that she’d converse with them and if they felt like moving over she’d then transport them back here where I could give them whatever training they desire.  But, it went dismally slow (with only two recruits over the course of two years).

My next decision was to send Aguyu out to find any secret Archivist hangouts she could find, and try to rescue any disenfranchised individuals there and if they wanted to become a recuit she’d then transport them back here (same as before).  Three more recruits were acquired in that year, but, perhaps more importantly, it made us known to the Archivists due to our “affecting” their “human supplies.”  Soon after, our cause, the “Freemen,” was being uttered by the Archivists in collective disgust – even placing a bounty on us for anyone who could tell the Archivists anything about us.

No one would really know anything, though….

Aguyu’s “mission” has actually given me invaluable insight into the hidden workings of the Archivists and their monolithic machine of manipulation.  They seize children from parents caught up in their tyrannical Peace-keepers institution (mainly, it’s the children of impoverished or mentally unsound parents), and from there the children are sent to one of many “penthouses” to be used as slave labour, sexual perversions of their masters, or even the barbaric human sacrifice role.  Regardless, these poor kids are rarely, if ever, seen again alive.

Every once in a while, an “insider” has a change in heart; these people are easily noticeable in the Media as those individuals who are suddenly deluged with damning accusations primarily by random nobodies who seem to just come out of the woodwork.  Predominantly, these accusations are of things that happened ten to twenty years ago but the “victims” were, as it’s claimed, “too afraid to say anything at the time.”

Indeed, that’s true in a way; at the time, they’re “saying something” would mean their immediate death; once the other insiders give them safe quarter, though, then they’re able to speak out – with, I presume, some coaxing into coming out as well.

Five recruits so far is a workable start.  Three boys, and two girls.

M. I. Arregz was my first recruit. Back then, he was an aspiring poet and songwriter wandering the streets of Hullwick, east of Hullheach, playing songs for food money.

Thiere, who now calls herself the “Warrioress,” was picked up in Arathaesson, the southern-most town of the so-called “Femdom,” where she had her family torn apart by her mother who was too drawn into what the Empress there was selling to all women in that land.  Her father, while he could, taught her as much as he knew about swordsmanship and told her someone would need to find a way to do something about the Empress and “Her” tyranny.  His last gift to her was an authentic Golden Guard suit, which she wears almost all the time.

Raac and Raghul were the first “lost children” to be recruited; twin brothers not older than twelve, their names implied they were probably taken from the Good Kings’ land.  Having no leads on their original family, Aguyu brought them back here where they have since eagerly taken to my special training sessions.

Finally, there’s the girl we call simply “Princess”; she was a secret sex slave for one of the ruling Free Kings, and like the twins she had no known family to go back to.  She didn’t even have a name, that she could remember (she was called “Ishkaniz” by her owner, which is, let’s say, extremely demeaning); her “high-maintenance” behaviour once at the Academy earned her the nickname “Princess” – by Aguyu, no less.

Very recently, M. I. Arregz has been looking for like-minded musicians to form a band with and start “touring.”  So far, only one other has accepted his invitation:  A young man named Galen.  Galen’s a drummer, which is an interesting mix with Arregz’s violin and enchanting vocals.  They’re managing to pull off that combination, though.

My own nickname, “R.E.,” was given to me by Arregz, from my real name’s initials.  “R.E.” also is the abbreviation for the phrase “Rayas Eviz,” which is the mantra of Lady Light:  “Let there be Light.”  Now, those initials are being associated with myself and my “Freemen” initiative; in Archivist-owned lands, this is accompanied by loathing and adversarial mentalities.

Other freedom-fighting groups have recognized the Freemen as well, even though none of them will join us outright; that’s alright, as some of them are not as amiable compared to others….

In the place of the ancient Watchers, We Freemen are slowly fixing up to be a worthy opponent to the Forces of Darkness.  At some point, our numbers will be sorely needed if we’re ever to have a future worth living in.

Work of the Week #47

I’ve been trying out Daz Studio recently, and having fun with it along the way.  I managed to create a likeness of the Peregrine (of Fantasium), among other things:

If I remember correctly…:  Genesis 2 Female was used for the body (dialed to full elf/fairy-mode), Charm Hair for the hair, and the clothing was all from the various Genesis Female clothing items available.

I’ve been working on my other fictional characters, so perhaps they’ll be posted in future Works.

Work of the Week #41

The Gatebuilders’ “Gateway” — now with friends!

gateway

>The “standard” Gateway teleports people from one area to another, and even from world to world.

>The “stellar” Gateway teleports spacecraft from one world and/or star system to another.

>The “universal” Gateway can teleport people and ships from any area, world, or system to any area/world/system located in another universe.

 

Work of the Week #39

Revamping Azhseg’s relics collection this time around:

Azhseg artifacts

>Azhseg relics = Azhseg railgun (powerful arcannon powered by Chi), Azhseg derelict (Derelict Race arcship traveling to Ancient Gateway), Azhseg starship (stolen Shipbuilders craft), Azhseg omnibus (box for crafting any consumable item), Azhseg ring (ring for turning energy into Chi/Prana found inside the Derelict), Azhseg relic (relic of unknown use found inside the Derelict), Azhseg compass (star chart, calendar, compass, item locator), Azhseg tome (a piece of parchment found inside the Derelict), Azhseg artifact (a tablet with script found inside the Derelict), Azhseg lightsaber (an arclight sword found inside the Derelict), Azhseg orb (a mysterious orb that shows the viewer a possible timeline), Azhseg voice-box (a universal translator device found inside the Derelict).

 

Work of the Week #38

This week, it’s time to revamp the Watchers…:

1 = The Peregrine (Cɪrthsta).  Female; Avatar of Lady Light for the current (6th) Age; born as a semimortal being.

2 = Yaw & Way.  Male (Yaw), female (Way); the first line of Etherials; Yaw is white & deals with Life, Way is black & deals with Death.

3 = Gome.  An Essence of Nature; is a guardian of the Interior Labyrinth of Eyaye.

4 = The Fallen Archangel (Bharakeiz).  Male; archangel who was expelled for aiding the Watchers during the Five Waves; his army was cast out with him.

5 = The Risen Demon (Yahuyyul).  Female; a former Starseed, was expelled from the Underworld for aiding the Good Side – alongside a handful of friends – during the Five Waves; became a Watcher & gave up her Starseed status (feeling the fighting was over & thus no more need for her “Daggers of Dyssbord”).

6 = The Headmaster.  Male (usually); a mortal (usually human) being charged with the custodial duties of the Peregrine Academy; the current Headmaster – sort of – is R.E.

7 = The Apothecarian.  Male; Mage, specializes in apothecarian arts.

8 = The Witchdoctor.  Female; Mage, specializes in Voodoo & Druidic arts.

9 = The Wayfarer & Gift-giver.  Male (Wayfarer) & female (Gift-giver); Mages, worked to give gifts to deserving children & homeless in the hope of helping them.

10 = The Merry-maker (Tsriista).  Female; Child, is the ‘joker’ of the group; works to put smiles on people’s faces; can conjure “Familiars” (‘imaginary friends’ sent to deserving children to help them in life).

11 = The Wild Child (Sraasta).  Female; Child, sister of the Merry-maker; likes creating scenes, likes attention; can conjure “Pixies” (little humanoid energetic forms that last for a short time) that she uses to benefit small children.

12 = Dauphinus (Charnugan).  Male; Anthroid Hybrid; pioneer of Prana-harnessing defensive arts, master of Chi-harnessing martial & meditative arts, dabbler in the Individualist lifestyle.

13 = The Hermet.  Male; mortal; worked to master the health & medicinal sciences; also worked to master the art of homeopathic healing.

14 = The Hephaet.  Male; an Earthling, was a master of the smithy arts while he was alive; crafted a number of advanced weaponry & other technology for the Watchers to wield (many are now being used by the Freemen); created the ‘Gear-heads’ to aid any Light-workers in the Mortal Realms.

15 = The Lost Alien (Azhseg).  Female; Alien; was a Starseed during the 5th Age; became a Watcher & helped fight the Five Waves; now travels the Fringe Realms for artifacts & relics.

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Work of the Week #37

The Fantasium revamping continues with the Freemen!

1 = The Rogue (R.E.).  Male; founder of the Freemen; self-taught to full mastery of harnessing one’s Chi & Prana (as well as meditative & martial arts); pioneer of the ‘Agorist Lifestyle’.

2 = Akei & Aguyu.  Females; Akei is a Light Angel (Valkyrie) & Aguyu is a Dark Angel of the same level; former Watchers, behave as sisters yet aren’t related.

3 = Ergur & Nazhur.  Imps; long-time partners & lovers; comrades of Yahuyyul, exiled with her; as Freemen now help rescue seized children.

4 = The Clockwork Child (Ekshiedsta).  Female; Child, who was turned to clockwork; unlike the other Children in her land, her Spirit & Soul remained intact (no one knows why…); able to produce weapons with her body.

5 = The Fury (Avress).  Female; possesses an odd spark of magic; made orphaned by Rebel invasion, works to control her ‘powers’ to prevent it from harming her 2 brothers.

6 = Dassan & Kessen.  Males; Feroid Hybrids; the ‘jokers’ of the Freemen.

7 = Mirror (Ictheal).  Female; Changeling (can change into most humanoid & animalian, even hybrid, forms); rescued & brought to the Peregrine Academy as her new home.

8 = Raac & Ragull.  Males; Twin brothers from the Eastern Fringelands who were orphaned & ultimately rescued by Ictheal, brought back to the Peregrine Academy & have since started learning the Chakral arts.

9 = The Warrioress.  Female; enslaved to the Archivists (her true name unknown), made to fight for show; managed to escape.

10 = Blade-mistress (Arreshya).  Female; another rescued orphan from the Archivists; became a master of blade arts.

11 = M.I. Areggz.  Male; a practising bard; writes music & literature promoting “Liberty, Life, & Light”.

12 = Ehnrig.  Male; long-time pirate & merc; became a Freeman in order to escape the Authorities.

13 = The Star-child (Esscey).  Female; maybe of the same kind as the “Skull-bearer”; another orphaned child; name given to her by R.E. (a Star-name play on the ‘s’ & ‘c’ of “Star-child”); her abilities have yet to awaken.

14 = Prega Paringan.  Female; another orphan taken by the Archivists, rescued by the Freemen; learning martial arts.

15 = Runen & Zurin Aerg.  Males; orphaned siblings; artistic & musical prodigies, now good friends with (& pupils of) M.I. Areggz.

16 = Princess.  Female; orphan (name unknown); nickname from her demeanour when brought in; now engages in Freemen outreach.